Chokmah, you are my wise sister...
As I write my Father's words in my private notebook
Which contains all my most heartfelt thoughts, dreams, and struggles.
The essence of the soul of my being.
Biynah, you are my discerning kinswoman...
I adorn my fingers with His truths
So I will never forget them,
And be lured away from my Beloved
By the flattering foreigner Zuwr.
This stranger is subtle, yet strong,
And he awaits me at every corner.
He tempts me with promises
Of peace, comfort, and good feelings
Until my Bridegroom returns from His journey.
If I should forget my Father's instructions
Then the foreigner shall succeed.
Zuwr will entice me to follow him
He will lead me as a beast to the slaughter.
So stay with me Chokmah
And lead me down the right path, Biynah.
For I do not wish to join the many,
The many who have been destroyed by Zuwr.
(This is my interpretation of Proverbs 7)
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